My Family Charged Maui To My Card While I Slept

ink. Cheap ballpoint. The cap had bite marks.

“Do you want to pursue charges?” Hensley asked.

The question should have felt huge. It didn’t. It felt like being asked if I wanted a receipt.

“Yes,” I said.

My phone rang.

Mom.

Then a text.

“Don’t do this. I’m your mother.”

Another.

“I gave you life.”

Another.

“Your father has chest pain.”

I looked out the window.continue reading …